Look at the swag! My man is slanging pancakes like he’s Mrs. Butterworth. How many years do you have to hold down this job to be this good? 5? 10? 30? I mean he doesn’t even flinch. Every cake is perfectly rolled and tossed directly on target. Not to mention that he’s got his own rendition of Stomp going on. Let the record show that I was indeed grooving along.
